
This was my introduction to Ruth Rendell. I probably would not recommend starting here, as in this story, her detective, Wexford, is not 'at home' in his own precinct, so I think I might have missed a few things - like the comparisons of the cops in this book to those he usually works with. But, this is not meant to be a rocket science book, and I don't think I missed out on much. I just think I would have preferred reading Wexford in his own environment before seeing him out of it.
I really did enjoy this. I understand the crime genre too much to be surprised by where the plot goes, so even though I guessed everything that there was to guess in this book, I found it a satisfying intellectual trip. Rendell writes intelligently. Maybe there is room to make clues a bit more obscure, but then, not all readers cut there their teeth on crime fiction and can smell a clue from a mile away. Or am I being overly generous to my own talents with reading crime fiction? Would most readers pick up the clues? I don't know. I am not in the position to say.
There was one thing that irked me a bit about Wexford, and that was that I (and I hate to say this) think some of his feelings were a bit feminine. He picked up snobbery from his nephew, because his nephew, who was also a detective did not discuss work with him. I know I would think something like that, but I have been led to believe that men do not think in such ways. Maybe my sources could do with some modernising and realism, or perhaps they don't. I am not a man - I don't know.
Overall, a good old-fashioned mystery, based on the social dynamic and not the science one. I would recommend this for fans of older crime fiction, where it is what people say that you need to listen out for. I gave this a generous 4 stars on Goodreads, although, nearly a month later, I think maybe a 3 or 3,5 would be more accurate.
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